On the Sunday morning after that IKEA debacle (rated NLESS* 2, where NLESS 3 is death by spontaneous combustion), I took Mrs RM for a walk round round the Ashton Canal basin, near Matt’s new house (lucky sod).
It’s changed a bit since 1849;
And is a bit underpubbed (with worse to come).
We took a walk past Pollen (mile long queue) and Cask into Blossom Street in the area of Ancoats that looks a bit like New York’s East Side but is probably more expensive.
It’s embarrassing when your son knows Manchester better than you do, but even he couldn’t explain why Yellow was happier than Green.
Seven Brothers remains unvisited but that was shut so we did the expensive sounding Elnecot.
It was 11am, Brunch Time, and I kindly told Mrs RM she could have the Unlimited Prosecco or Peroni for £20 if she really wanted, But she didn’t, with work ahead, and they didn’t have a bottomless Doom Bar option.
Mrs RM did spy the giveaway taps on the wall, and asked her server for the guest beer choices, like it said on the menu.
“We’re out of the Brightside, sorry” she said. And that was that, no mention of the standard range. No mention of the Shindigger they did have. When customers can’t see the
pumps keg taps.
But that little blip apart, the food was impressive. Guess who had this masterpiece;
Not sure about the loos though.
*National Life Experience Scoring System